I the bird this morning
Standing on my windowsill
Confident and proud
A soul dancing in heaven
Lost in a lyrical dream.
The end of the grasslands
And stone becomes stone.

To sad to mourn it raised its
head to an imaginary sky.
Bringing darkness to a
momentary sun.

It serves the people,
never stopping
A one-time-hero

The dissatisfied
Those that wear tattered
uniforms
All ask
'What else there might be'
And climb to play the hero.

Standing still for ten seconds
But 10 seconds can be longer
An interval between the course
of war.

Now on the road again.